till the day i die


cold expression on my face

my happiness and  depression in a race

depression ahead 

im so fed up

i can never sleep

consistently heated 

beat down by life

i want nothing more to to thrive  

my thoughts like a beehive 


should i keep on trying

should i let myself die 

i'm rotting on the inside 

looking perfectly fine to the naked eye 

and so no one will know whats really on my mind

till the day i die 

  • Author: nehemiah adams (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 14th, 2024 13:16
  • Comment from author about the poem: i try not to hold all my thoughts and feelings in. because when i do that i kill myself from the inside out.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 8
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  • David Wakeling

    This is quite a sad description of the human condition.But hey we all go through it

    • vividvoid14

      except for when we don't. im joking thanks for reading

    • Parisab

      Great symbolism of the beehive to describe dangerously bitter thoughts. Our racing minds can sting and make our life situation sticky. I like this concept and can’t wait to hear about when the honey turns sweet. Keep writing Vivid, but don’t forget to dance, talented one!

      • vividvoid14

        haha, thanks for your read parisab!

        • Parisab

          Hey Vivid, to start your fusioned poem go to your public profile and stroll down to Start a Fusioned Poem section

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